Staying Over at Momma's House

When Sean traveled 2 years ago, he ended up staying for several months in Lagos and worked at the Rising Cock hostel.  With time to visit one more town in Portugal on my way to Seville, the obvious choice was Lagos.  Larissa and I had been spoiled by the Yes Hostel, so the Rising Cock was going to have to be something really special to impress us – and it delivered.  For starters, it is the only hostel I have ever stayed at with double sized bunk beds.  Small and cozy, staying here is kind of like sleeping over with your long lost Portuguese family.  Each day begins with Momma’s crepe and lemon tea paradise in the kitchen.  I don’t mean that a batch of crepes is made when breakfast starts at 9 and you eat them cold when you get there, like at most hostels.  Heavens no!  As each guest gets up, Momma bustles in to make crepes as you eat them so each one is fresh and hot.

The common room is a living room with an enormous couch lining the walls – it is an excellent place to spend an afternoon napping or watching movies.  I can see why Sean got trapped here!  Larissa and I didn’t spend the entirety of our stay in Lagos in the hostel, although I very easily could have.  (Did I mention that Momma brought out a batch of hot homemade donuts one afternoon?  Donuts are the key to my heart.)  We did venture through the town to investigate the festival that was going on.  I don’t know what they were celebrating, but they were doing it by dancing in traditional costumes and serving delicious things to eat.  And one night we managed to drag ourselves all of 10 steps across the street to Nahnahbah, where Sean also worked, for dinner.  I had a monster of a toucan burger.

Momma is closing the hostel this Christmas for the first time in about 8 years to take a holiday to Australia.  I hope she enjoys Australia as much as I’ve enjoyed Portugal!  I wish I was back at the Rising Cock right now!

Me and Momma